Last night, as I was nursing my tiny one to sleep, I was planning a blog post about something that he'd been doing all day long. Now that I stop for a moment to write it down, I can't seem to recall what it was. Bah! Mommy Brain.
So I'll just tell you about how he's growing up too fast.
My little guy turned 1 last week. -- I know, I can't believe it either! It MUST be a trick; he can't be more than 4 or 5 months old. We had a little party for him with cupcakes and friends. His brothers didn't want to leave Grammy's house just for Olly's party. But they did insist that we save them each a cupcake.
He visited his doctor yesterday. Getting bigger, but still pretty darn little. Just under the 3rd percentile for weight. Doc was very surprised by how "really busy" he is. The only times he was still were when she'd talk to him and he'd play bashful. Then right back to up - down - up - down - climb - "help" - down - in the cupboard - need a cup - have to play with the faucet - where is the koala toy? - want to nurse - no, didn't really want to nurse - chew on mom's nose - "hey, what's that in mom's bag?" - "why would you put me down??? **tear**- and so on. Doc may have found him to be squirrelly, but Oliver's the calmest babe I've had.